"I call your mother sister, and you can call me aunt."
Hu Ling'er liked it very much and wanted to touch Xing Zihe's head, but Xing Zihe dodged it unaccustomedly.
"I have an aunt, shall I call you Aunt Ling?"
Xing Zihe didn't like this fat girl. Everyone in the village was working, but she was the only one who wasn't working.
Dressed in fancy clothes and eating melon seeds in the village.
"Okay, call me Aunt Ling from now on."
"I'm going back. I still have to mow the grass for my old scalper at home."
"You kid,"
Hu Ling'er pulled his arm that was still dodging.
"Have you forgotten the bet you made with them? If you slip away like this, they will bully you even more when they see you in the future."
Xing Zihe regretted a little. He had to go to work. His mother said that he couldn't work, so she asked him to go out and play with the children.
Who knew that something like this would happen just after playing for a while, so he never planned to play with these people again.
But Aunt Ling was right, if she just ran away, she would definitely be looked down upon by them.
In that case, not only would I embarrass my mother, but my sister would also be bullied by the children in the village.
"Aunt Ling, I can't throw mud into the water. What if we lose?"
"Aunt Ling, what are you afraid of? Let me tell you a secret, your Aunt Ling and I have never lost in throwing mud since we were little. Come on, let's go find the mud."
Hu Ling'er found a piece of soft black soil, poured some water on it, and started kneading the dough.
Xing Zihe was stunned. He didn't know it would take so much effort to make a mud bubble.
"Zihe, remember it. Aunt Ling will only tell you this secret. As long as you remember it,
From now on, no one in the whole "Dahe Village" can beat you in making mud and foam."
Xing Zihe listened and watched very carefully.
"First of all, the mud should not be the kind with sand particles. That kind of mud will not stick together at all. It will break apart before it is dropped, and it will turn into a pile of cow shit when it falls to the ground.
You see, the kind of mud Aunt Ling picked up just now is black, and the thin hair looks like white flour.
Don’t add water randomly. If you add too much water, it will become thin, and if you add too little, it will become hard. Take a look..."
As she said this, Hu Ling'er showed the reconciled Niba to Xing Zihe.
"You see, this soil is inedible. If you don't put it in a pot and steam it, it will definitely become a delicious big steamed bun."
Touch it, is it soft?"
Xing Zihe carefully reached out his hand and touched it. It felt soft and waxy, and he really wanted to hold it in his hand and play with it for a while.
"How about it?"
Hu Ling'er looked at the surprise on Xing Zihe's face and asked him proudly.
"Aunt Ling, you are so amazing. I didn't know mud bubbles could be kneaded like this."
"That's it, why don't you say it again? Your Aunt Ling and I have never lost in the mud since I was a child."
As she spoke, Hu Ling'er rolled her eyes and said,
"Zihe, I helped you win today's game, so can you tell my mother if she has any good things?"
After hearing what Hu Ling'er said, Xing Zihe looked at her warily.
"Why are you asking about my mother?"
When Hu Ling'er saw that this little guy was not easy to fool, she hurriedly laughed and said,
"Oh, I just thought that if your mother has something good, you should tell Aunt Ling first before Li Huimei and Shui Lan know about it.
I don’t get it for free, I give it money, but I’m just not convinced that every time there’s something good, it’s these two fairies who get it first.”
Upon hearing this, Xing Zihe rolled his eyes and said,
"Well, if I know, I will tell Aunt Ling."
Give me money? Xing Zihe is not stupid. Only by selling my mother's things will the family have more money.
Doesn’t she want to compete with Chef Han’s wife?
That's fine. He just didn't expect that adults would be as childish as their children.
"Well,"
Hu Ling'er finally touched Xing Zihe's arm,
"Tell Aunt Ling, what's going on with the dentures?"
"My Grandpa Wang and Grandma Wang have lost their teeth for many years. My mother said that if you don't have teeth and you can't eat, you will get sick. Your health will get worse day by day, and you will die before you are old enough.
My mother felt sorry for my Grandpa Wang and Grandma Wang, so she made fake teeth for them and put them in their mouths.
Grandparents can chew the bones and eat more good food."
"Is there really such a good thing?"
Hu Ling'er was astonished as she rubbed the mud in her hands and murmured,
"My mother has lost several teeth. If she could get dentures, wouldn't she be able to eat whatever she wants?"
"Aunt Ling, can we leave yet?"
Xing Zihe asked her.
"Oh, let's go, let's go, leave those brats to Aunt Ling,
I won them all by myself and knelt down to beg for mercy and leave."
As soon as I walked over, I saw a group of boys waiting there, led by the fat boy in the middle.
He looked at Hu Ling'er and Xing Zihe walking over with great disdain.
"What, are you scared? It took you so long to come? If it doesn't work, just say it,
Kneel down and call me big brother and I will spare you, you brat."
"Hmph, I'm not afraid of you. Let's compare our abilities. I don't know who will kneel on the ground and call me brother."
"Good boy, come on, whoever comes first."
The little fat boy said, "Who's coming?" Hu Ling'er pulled Xing Zihe behind her, swept through these little bastards and said,
"We agreed, Xing Zihe and I are on the same team, I'll go first, you guys come one by one, don't cry if you lose.
Kneel down and call me big brother, this is what you said."
"Okay, I'll compete with you."
A thin child jumped out. Hu Ling'er looked at the mud in his hand and smiled, then turned around and gave Xing Zihe a look.
Zihe looked over clearly and saw that the mud in the kid's hand looked like it had been dug out from the edge of the trench.
It's rough and contains a lot of moisture, and it won't stick to any of the ones Aunt Ling mentioned.
"You're young, you come first."
Hu Ling'er also started to pick up mud in her hands.
While pinching it, Xing Zihe looked at it.
"The mud bubble must be thin in the middle and thicker on both sides. It depends on the skill of the hands."
At this time, the thin little boy had already finished squeezing the mud bubbles impatiently. His friends quickly helped him, dispersed, and shouted.
"Just hit it right here, hit it right here, hit it quickly, hit it hard."
Under the encouragement of everyone, the little skinny boy jumped up, raised his hands, and fell to the ground hard.
Snap...
The mud bubbles that fell to the ground made a muffled sound, like a pile of cow dung, and fell to the ground.
"Hey, my dear, didn't you eat this morning?"
When all the friends were disappointed, they also looked at Hu Ling'er who was walking over at this time.
Just watch her put the squeezed mud bubble behind her left hand and start to move her right hand vigorously.
After shaking it twice and doing some warm-up movements, he said,
"I haven't played for a long time. Today I want to open your eyes. Get out of the way, get out of the way. Don't scare you."
Those who were timid tried to dodge, but were pulled back by the little fat man.
Just watch Hu Ling'er put the mud bubble in the palm of her right hand, raised her arm and threw it hard on the ground.
There was a loud bang and all the children jumped out in fright.
